Sabse bada rupaiyya

"BSP candidate Deepak Bhardwaj declares assets worth Rs 600cr"

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The recent news in Times of India hadn’t shocked me with awe. Seems it was so obvious that such amount is bound to be possessed by ‘public servants’ of this nation..!!

Phew..!!! They are not talking about thousands or lakhs, it whooping 600 CRORES..!! If I count the personals who could/should or are expected to possess such huge pile of money, than I can name: Industrialists of good running companies, film makers and actors having good number of hit movies under the belt, prime positions holders in government like prime minister or president, few rare lucky chaps having won the miraculous lottery tickets and finally the thieves.

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I don’t think these MLAs can be categorized in any of the personals mentioned above except the THIEVES. It amuses me that how a person can possess 600 crores in one lifetime. If a normal service man starts working at the age of 20 and gets 30% increment every 3 years (which is nearly impossible in any company and almost impossible in today’s recession hit economy..!!), even than he can not even come close to a crore in his entire lifetime. And this MLA being a ‘public servant’ possessed 600 crore in 75% of his lifetime. The best thing is that this is the amount he has declared to the election commissioner; the actual black money is still under wraps..!!!

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I along with my wife have been setting our house for quite some time and everyday we are seen loaded with abnormal shaped items over my bike. When we try to consolidate the expenses we incurred during our shopping, it gives me a head roll and I could see some birds chirping and stars shining over my head..!!! I just pray that the current month end fast so that our monthly expenses are within our prescribed ‘heart-attack limits’. We had to bargain for almost everything, keep credit cards as far as possible, overlook BMWs and AUDIs parked nearby, resist going to home décor showrooms…any many more. And these MLA guys slapped us with his declaration. Why shouldn’t we take an easy route through forgeries and get the max out of this profession. Who care about the simpletons? Why should I overlook BMW, rather shouldn’t I possess one of them? I would get all luxuries I can ever dream about..BUT..think about someone who is writing such a blog about you. You might have lost the respect that you always long for in your life. I would prefer those birds and shining stars than sitting over pile of currency that you aren’t capable to possess.

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Vote for someone who care about your pockets rather than spending time in filling their own…!!!

The 'Iron' in Me

"Why is that we are born so fragile that we end up being a flimsy piece of junk? I was not the same before. I was not brought up like the same before. I was not destined to be like same before. Then why was I made so brittle in the end…”

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“I was as hard as rock when I was smacked with a heavy hammer. The ambience was smelting with heat emanating from blacksmith’s oven. He was scary and had a face covered with dense, grave moustache and his head covered with cloud of filthy hair. He seems to be like evil and had beaten me like anything. I was shattered with every blow that ripped apart my tough scalp.”

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Every human being is born with a confidence to live a life full of ornamental trails and throbbing pathways as well. The sore experiences make the man taste the blood and take revenge against the unfavorable expected circumstances in future. I am talking about a piece of iron that is as hard as a human being, which is shattered with painful blows of incidents that had featured in its life. A life seems like an evil, covered with dense, grave moustache and his head covered with cloud of filthy hair.

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“I wasn’t expecting him to surrender and offer me to the perilous fire that has been burning the oil beneath…But he did that. Fire was as intense as my beliefs were. It was hard like a solid and firm like a destiny. I resisted the fire and tried to breathe in the hell…But failed”

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We are acustomed to face the pain that can be controlled in our limits and have a tendency to retain our comfort zone. But the actual real life is far from our expectations. More audicious we try to become, more are the obstructions created for us. These obstructions are cruel as fire and some call it one’s destiny. But there is a limit for the audacity, there is a limit for the patience. Beyond a certain point it is hard to resist the fire and eventually the metal like iron turns pliant.

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“The pain is no more…I became immune to the thumps of hammer. I was shattered and was loosing my brittleness. I was gradually chiseled to form a sharp pointed weapon. I was waiting for the hammer that can make my edges sharp as a razor. I was growing. I was turned into a weapon from a mere junk. He poured me into the cold water and heat from my body released to air above water as fumes. I was turning grey. I was as hard as diamond. He turned to me..he winked and then smiled. He appreciated his job. I smiled him back. I thanked him for his job. I was ready to create my beginning.”

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It is hard to believe that there are many things that are not under your control. Its frustating. People call it bad culture or intellectuals calls it a destiny. When you have reached the extreme, you will become immune to all the pains that you are suffering. They hardly matter to you anymore…

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But this is not the end of the narration. In our life, we have faced so many sufferings that we pretend having reached the extreme. We become immune to any atrocities showered upon us. Its tragic and it feels like the end of the world. But this is not the end of the narration. Junk piece of iron will turn into sharp edged weapon. And the weapon need not care about the fire anymore. There is a mount at the end of the hope. The fire will bring the best out of you without which you will remain trash as before.

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Many a times in my career and relationships I use to think, why is that I was born so fragile that I end up being a flimsy piece of junk? I was not the same before. I was not brought up like the same before. I was not destined to be like same before. Then why was I made so brittle in the end…and then I came to realize the piece of iron turning into a sharp weapon and this is exactly I am supposed to think. I am shattered and beaten but slowly carving into weapon.

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I am waiting to create my beginning…!!!

Mumbai Meri Jaan

Well, I am not the best person to write something on Mumbai because I had spent not more than 3-4 months in this city. My first experience with this city was in 2002 when I came from Chandigarh to Mumbai to pursue my summer internship. Last week I had another chance to step in Mumbai and I could feel the same intensity in the city ‘that never sleep’.

It’s really true that this city hardly sleep. We were coming back from late night movie show in auto rickshaw and still could anticipate the crowded traffic jams on our route. The time was around 2 AM..!!! The city has grown over-crowded with people, automobiles, slums and pollution. A distance of 10kms can take hours to reach during office hours…number of auto rickshaws seem to be more than total private vehicles…you inhale more of pollutants than fresh air during jams. Sometimes I feel politicians were right in saying that this city has more number of ‘outsiders’ than it can accommodate. There was one sad situation while we were in auto and traveling over highway road…we saw the ambulance carrying a patient and it was continuously honking the siren to clear out the way within traffic jam. Not only the ambulance guys, the traffic owners were too feeling helpless and feeble that they couldn’t give the way either. The roads are perfect companion of vehicle’s mechanics. It seems that roads all over Mumbai are ripped apart for getting repaired at the same time. Right from the small street roads to big highway roads, they offer a tough time for vehicles plying over them and the credit are normally reaped by mechanics..!!!

Apart from all the negatives this city has its own flavor of people. People have aggression that makes them good at profession as well as towards life. People have developed stamina that can keep them charged up for longer time. The average daily routine of individuals are so planned that there is hardly any time to intrude into other wasteful thoughts. There was an interesting incident in Mumbai…while we were strolling a very crowded street in Mumbai called Alpha where we entered one of the busy general shop, we (I) found a beautiful girl wearing a mini skirt got out of auto rickshaw and entered the crowded shop where the situation was looking more like trading hall in BSE (people jostling their way out towards the counter and shouting at attendants to grab their view and get the items they are looking for). I asked my wife about the boldness these ladies can possess in Mumbai which is un-imaginable in other metropolitan cities (these ladies and their dresses can actually make main headlines of local newspapers in places like Delhi..!!). She told me the basic reason behind such situation is that the normal Mumbaikar is already occupied with so many complexities in his life that he hardly gets time to get attracted by other’s affairs. He has to travel a long distance, face the tragic traffic, attend the office, think about his family, make purchases for home etc, that he hardly care about what the lady standing adjacent to him is wearing. On other hand the fashion has become so common because of film industry that people are tired of gaping at others. On a positive note, I feel women can feel more secure and safe in Mumbai as compared to other cities.

We went to Marine Drive in the evening and this place is called the heart of Mumbai. The famous Necklace road was full with many strangers resting over the sea boundary. Parents were holding their children, enthusiasts were jogging with their i-pods, couples were mingling their heads, bachelors were frolicking with beggars, tired ones were laid on their back and some were looking at the half grown moon over the restless sea waves (and we were watching all these). Life seems so calm and in peace when you reach here.

Mumbai has all the ingredients that can capture every aspect of life…struggle, peace, love, sympathy, hatred, aggression, poverty, boldness, attitude etc. I don’t know my reply to the question if someone asks me that whether I would like to settle in Mumbai but certainly I would like to associate some more interaction with this city in future.